Marie Kondo Cleans My Purse at Starbucks written by: Barbara Harris Leonhard @BarbaraLeonhar4   Konmari sees me at Starbucks, my purse spilling over at the counter. “May I help?” She gathers me up like I’m antique lace washed too many times. Before she begins, she whispers, “Hello, the House, I am safe. May I enter?” She pokes through my purse, pulling out the deck of cards Mom once carried in her own purse. A heavy bag of Mom’s pennies to … Continue reading Marie Kondo Cleans My Purse at Starbucks